My Marriage, My Brother, My Friend
It happened then
Like prophesy unfolding, you said, and I'm inclined to agree just 'cause it's you
A seer then
Like all the ones before who knew the time and date we'd end up melted into goo
Scripture and verse you had recited too
When Y2kame and left you praised Jesus for sparing me and sparing you
The Schwarzenegger shit
And that is lucky 'cause I fell asleep before the twist at the end of part three
You manifested everything we dreamed
While I'm still dreamin' out here and pushin' forty
The house the yard
The gold, the jewels, the kids from countries without names that fit easily on a globe
And no one loves you the way they do
'Cept maybe anyone who saw the one that won you your four golden globes
And you deserved it too
Money well spent
I'm sorry the one that you really wanted wasn't up for sale
But you, you've got your health and I guess I do too
For now
Who knows what happens if your ati-vaxer book club gets their due
I got the youTube link, honestly who has time?
I'm busy out here carrying the load of citizen-ship for you
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
And you've still got that old conviction
The world is ending and we're on a mission
To spread the news
That if you loved like God loves nothing bad ever happened to folks because of you
And disregard the party policy
Cause unborn babies got the right to die out here with us, neglected too
We're on the same side
Well, aren't we?
'Cause red and blue make up purple and ain't that just accurate? I guess it's true.
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
And of course, we're not actually talking
I'm rambling out loud over a headline
Of you in shorts and flip flops an 8th street
Praying to self-help christ, who grants wishes with a wink
Goop approved and headed somewhere
On the cover of some dying print media
I wouldn't buy
But there you are
And there you'll prob'ly always be
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
I hope we never have to be on any kind of panel together
But I wish you well, I guess
Fuck
Like prophesy unfolding, you said, and I'm inclined to agree just 'cause it's you
A seer then
Like all the ones before who knew the time and date we'd end up melted into goo
Scripture and verse you had recited too
When Y2kame and left you praised Jesus for sparing me and sparing you
The Schwarzenegger shit
And that is lucky 'cause I fell asleep before the twist at the end of part three
You manifested everything we dreamed
While I'm still dreamin' out here and pushin' forty
The house the yard
The gold, the jewels, the kids from countries without names that fit easily on a globe
And no one loves you the way they do
'Cept maybe anyone who saw the one that won you your four golden globes
And you deserved it too
Money well spent
I'm sorry the one that you really wanted wasn't up for sale
But you, you've got your health and I guess I do too
For now
Who knows what happens if your ati-vaxer book club gets their due
I got the youTube link, honestly who has time?
I'm busy out here carrying the load of citizen-ship for you
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
And you've still got that old conviction
The world is ending and we're on a mission
To spread the news
That if you loved like God loves nothing bad ever happened to folks because of you
And disregard the party policy
Cause unborn babies got the right to die out here with us, neglected too
We're on the same side
Well, aren't we?
'Cause red and blue make up purple and ain't that just accurate? I guess it's true.
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
And of course, we're not actually talking
I'm rambling out loud over a headline
Of you in shorts and flip flops an 8th street
Praying to self-help christ, who grants wishes with a wink
Goop approved and headed somewhere
On the cover of some dying print media
I wouldn't buy
But there you are
And there you'll prob'ly always be
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
My marriage, my brother, my friend
I hope we never have to be on any kind of panel together
But I wish you well, I guess
Fuck
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Writer(s): Phillip Forsyth
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